At that time, the competition officially began. After all, it is a competition organized by the chef of the imperial kitchen, and the pomp is not small, and most of the contestants also have a certain amount of kung fu in it, and they dare not come out and show their faces without any ability.

The rules of the game are very simple, some ingredients will be placed on the field, and simple condiments are available. The recipes distributed by the chef are the subject of the competition, and they want to make a completely different taste from others in a limited time and materials.

An impassioned gong and drum sounded, "The game has officially begun!" The chef excitedly stood up from the judges' bench, screamed, and slammed the hourglass upside down on the table.

A group of spectators gathered outside, and with the sound of this series, their blood also boiled, and they kept howling towards the competition platform.

Standing on a line smeared with vermilion rouge, each holding a bamboo basket in their hands, the ten contestants had to spend time in the food section to pick out what to use before returning to cook.

There are also certain skills in the selection of ingredients, and a good chef can exude the deliciousness of the ingredients to the extreme. Of course, there will be a shortage of ingredients on the field, and the judges do not plan to prepare enough ingredients at all.

Hearing Xiao Lan's shout that was beyond the crowd, Zhao Qingyan's eyebrows jumped twice in a complicated way, automatically blocking the wooden box that was carrying the basket close to the ingredients.

At first, I couldn't see it clearly, but when I got closer, I realized that all the wooden boxes contained only some ingredients, and if it was not enough to divide it among ten people according to the amount of one dish, it meant that some of the ingredients that were excluded by the contestants on the field would have to be selected by some people.

Zhao Qingyan didn't panic at all, she unhurriedly picked out some necessities and put them in the bamboo basket, and then walked to a wooden box, which contained only some ingredients, just the amount of one person, when her hand was about to reach in and pick it up.

With one hand faster, she picked it up and put it in her bamboo basket, Zhao Qingyan raised her eyes to see that it was a boy with a white face, and stuck out his tongue at her: "I'm sorry." With that, he led the bamboo basket to another wooden box.

Zhao Qingyan only paused for three seconds and walked towards the wooden boxes that no one touched at all.

"He's getting those heavy-flavored ingredients?" When the chef saw this, he turned his head and bit his ear with the person next to him, "Is he ready to abandon the game?" ”

The person next to him was a little older, kept groping his beard, and said after a while: "I guess it may be, I don't want to eat this kind of heavy dish for the second time."

Hearing this, the chef snorted and laughed on the side, "I vaguely remember that a long time ago, a man who made heavy dishes came and set the stomachs of the whole city on fire. ”

The man next to him waved his hand, "Don't mention the past, I ran dozens of times back and forth that day." There is an exaggeration in the words, but it is not false.

The chef laughed a few times before turning his gaze back to the arena, where a quarter of the time had passed.

Zhao Qingyan's original intention at the beginning was not to make heavy dishes, although she is good at this, but after her personal experience in a few days, the people in this place have a unique love for light food. She didn't want to go the other way, but the important ingredients were missing, and the dish couldn't be cooked.

She couldn't think of any light-flavored dishes for a while, and time was limited, so she had no choice but to choose a heavy-tasting private dish deep in her head.

Zhao Qingyan made a swallowing motion, took a deep breath, and quickly collected all the ingredients and returned to the place where he had originally cooked.

She was the last to go back, but she was able to cook faster than she could. After all, Zhao Qingyan has also been a private chef for so many years, and he is simply superbly superbly holding a knife in both hands.

The audience and the contestants were stunned, and threw it in the air, Zhao Qingyan took a knife and slashed a few times in the air. Some people can even hear the knife qi, excitedly grabbing the hands of the people next to them and calling out without listening.

When the ingredients fall on the cutting board, they look neat, and the obsessive-compulsive disorder is cured, which is beautiful and delicious. Next, the audience found that watching other people cook is just cooking, but Zhao Qingyan cooking is as elegant as carving a work of art, even if she is making a heavy dish.

When the competition entered the hot spot, the ingredients of the contestants were basically put into the pot, crackling, and the smell spread from the stage to the audience along the air.

The sound of sucking saliva sounded one after another, and among them, Zhao Qingyan's fragrance was the strongest. Because the ingredients she placed are basically bright, and the taste and smell are also the strongest, it instantly covers up the faint aroma of the vegetables.

The chef licked his lips, "When that heavy dish is ready, do you want to taste some?" ”

The person next to him looked at the things in Zhao Qingyan's pot fixedly, his mouth opened slightly, and he suddenly reacted and shook his head, "Don't eat, don't eat, I'm going to go to the toilet again tonight, my body can't afford it." ”

The sand is constantly passing, and the players on the field are also making the final touch, some of which are already ready, and they are arranging the plates, trying to make their works stand out a little more in color.

It wasn't until the end that Zhao Qingyan's pot of red and fiery works entered the plate, and as soon as it was poured up, the blood-red juice spread, and the taste in the air was even stronger.

The audience held their breath.

"It's over!" The chef reacted and turned the upper part of the hourglass upside down violently, and the gong and drum immediately struck three more times.

The audience was boiling.

Zhao Qingyan is the fifth contestant, and she waits patiently with her work with her eyebrows down.

The chef has countless experiences, and the light-tasting dishes are his specialty, so he only needs to take a bite at a glance and have a number in his heart. The four people in front of the queue tasted it, and their expressions did not change at all.

It wasn't until Zhao Qingyan put the work in front of him that he made a swallowing motion, and a pair of chopsticks stopped in mid-air and didn't go down.

The person next to him gloated and shoved the chef, and with an attitude of equal respect, the chef had to suppress the fear in his heart, picked up a trembling piece and put it in his mouth.

Just when he thought his mouth was about to burn, a crispy tingling sensation spread from his lips to his whole body, and the chef accidentally rolled his throat, and the thing was swallowed like this, and he didn't even taste good.

The chef picked up another piece without saying a word, and the person next to him gasped.

It wasn't until the chef chewed the piece with his eyes closed and let out a sigh of satisfaction that it dawned on the audience that the dish might not be what they had imagined.

Then the chef said: "I'll give you nine points for this dish!" Why don't you give you 10 points? One more point is afraid that you will be proud. ”

Zhao Qingyan couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and that kind of achievement felt the same as before.

As soon as the chef's words came out, the other judges were afraid to try it, and they all reacted the same way after eating, and even gave full marks without hesitation.

The remaining five scores were all worthy of the passing position, and Zhao Qingyan undoubtedly won the first place.